I merge into the waves of people, shift into the shadow of an unlit empty canal, rank smelling, flotsam drifting on the dark water.

I am human flotsam, drawn to a current that can suck me down into oblivion. She threw me away, unwanted. I fled to this haunting city to hide in the blur of people here.

Down a side street I notice a café. The owner smiles at me and through her open door wafts the warm sweet aroma of tomatoes, herbs, meat. I feel suddenly famished. She invites me in, my whole being softens. I am welcome here.

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I enjoy making quirky and kind observations about other peopleand about places. I write short word sketches about certain situations that feel significant to me, I draw little cartoons. I reflect on particular t.v programmes, films and books as they grab my interest

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I enjoy making quirky and kind observations about other peopleand about places. I write short word sketches about certain situations that feel significant to me, I draw little cartoons. I reflect on particular t.v programmes, films and books as they grab my interest

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